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When Spidey Met Batgirl	By : littleblackduck Category: DC Verse Comics > Batgirl Views: 29376 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER EIGHT: Unmasked At Last
After no small amount of discussion and debate -- including four or five rounds of rock-paper-scissors and one thumb-war -- they eventually agreed to both unmask at the same time on the count of three.
They each braced themselves for a shock. Barbara acknowledged the likelihood that Spider-Man covered his whole face for a very good, scarred and hairy reason, just as Peter had taken into account the fact that Batgirl’s flaming red mane was probably a wig connected to the cowl as a diversion to protect her identity. But neither of them had considered the possibility that they’d recognize the face beneath.
“You’re hottie librarian?!” Peter said.
“You’re weird nervous nerd?!” Barbra gasped.
“Did you just call me ’weird nervous nerd’?”
“Did you actually just say ’hottie librarian’?”
“At least mine was kind of a compliment,” Peter mumbled.
“Well, look at you!” Barbara said. “You’re a kid! How old are you anyway?”
“I’m twenty-five,” Peter lied, but she just laughed. And laughed. “Okay, I’m twenty-one,” he told her.
“Right,” she chortled. “And I’m sure you’ve got a driver’s license tucked away somewhere to prove it, McLovin.”
“I’ll be nineteen in October,” he admitted.
“So tonight I got my first teenaged sidekick,” Barbara giggled. “Batgirl’s really coming up in the world.”
“If anything, you were my sidekick,” Peter muttered. “I’ve been doing this for years. You said the real Batman’s only been letting you do this for about three months.”
“It’s been more than a year,” Barbara said. “And I haven’t been sidekick age my entire career. Why didn’t you join the Teen Titans?”
“Those posers?” he asked, “and give up my bad boy loner mystique?”
“What bad boy loner mystique?” she asked. “You handle fire fights.”
“You thought I was a bad guy when we first met, didn’t you?”
She didn’t really have a smart remark for that. “Well, maybe when I met you as Spider-Man,” she confessed. “But I never considered Weird Nervous Nerd a threat.”
“My name is--“ he started to tell her before she stopped him.
“No,” she said. “No real names.”
“So you want me to call you Batgirl?” he asked.
“Why not, Spider-Man?” she replied. Peter couldn’t really argue with her. Nobody knew about his other life, and he knew there was a good reason for that. Still, he’d felt that maybe he’d be safe confiding his secret. Just this once. And he didn’t know how comfortable he felt with the idea of someone calling him Spider-Man when he was out of uniform. His life had become a delicate balancing act between his two identities, and he wasn’t all that gung ho to go tripping the scales in the wallcrawler’s favor…
Despite the continued use of their codenames, the act of unmasking cemented the intimacy forged between them by the events of the night. Barbara reheated her curry and joined Peter in the living room, where he’d switched from a repeat of “Nova” to a late night creature feature.
“So how does a kid from New York end up bouncing around the Gotham waterfront?” she asked. “I mean, it’s not like you can swing across 100 miles of Jersey swampland.
“I wish it was that easy,” Peter said. “I’d be home right now.”
“What happened?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he said.
“Try me.”
“A sixty-three year old man flapped his arms really hard and flew me here.”
“You’re right,” she said. “I don’t believe it.”
“Typical Par -- uh, Spidey luck,” he told her. “This type of thing happens to me all the time. Ever since I got these powers, my life has been too stupid to live.”
In the few instances in which Barbara had encountered other costumed adventurers, she always heard about the New York City superheroes. Word around the JLA was that the vast majority of them were neurotic messes, constantly complaining about all the type of day-to-day problems everybody had. Bills, day jobs, balancing their personal lives. And apparently, no two of them could be on the same street without some stupid misunderstanding that led to a fight. She’d always assumed Robin and Black Canary were just pulling her leg. But here she was, sitting across from a guy who’d been gifted with powers and abilities beyond anything she could imagine, and he found some way to look at it all as a curse.
“Why do it, then?” she asked him. “If being Spider-Man’s such a pain in the ass, why bother?”
“Because with great power comes great responsibility,” he said. “Does that sound stupid?”
Barbara thought about it. “Not stupid, no,” she said. “Maybe a little corny, though.”
“Maybe,” he conceded.
“So… how’d you get this ‘great power’ anyway?” she asked.
“I was bitten by a radioactive spider,” he told her.
“Fine,” she sighed. “Keep your stupid secrets, Spider-Man.”
“I told you,” he said. “Too stupid to live.”
They sat in silence for a while, watching a plastic Fin Fang Foom fight a rubber Swamp Thing in black and white on the TV.
“So,” Peter said finally, “you do have a boyfriend, right?”
“I live with someone,” she said, deciding not to lie to him if she didn’t have to.
“Do you… love him?” he asked pensively. He wasn’t even sure why.
“More than anything,” she said.
“Does he know what you do? At night? With the cute little short cape?”
“No,” Barbara admitted.
“So, it isn’t Batman then?”
“Batman?” she chuckled. “No. I’m not dating Batman. He’s a little intense for me… What about you? Is there a Spider-Woman back home nobody knows about?”
“There was,” he told her. “It didn’t really work out. I’m not sure if it really ever had a chance of working out. And not just because my life’s a mess. I’m not exactly a hit with the ladies.”
“That’ll change when you get to college,” Barbara assured him.
“Right,” he deadpanned. “I’m going to step foot on campus and end up with a supermodel someday.”
“I trusted you, so you trust me,” she said. “College will change things. It did for me.”
“You?” Peter laughed. “I have a hard time believing that guys wouldn’t give you the time of day in high school.”
“Please,” Barbara said. “I was a total geek back then. I was spending my Saturday nights at the library long before I started working there. I was a bit of a late bloomer.”
“Well you certainly bloomed,” Peter murmured.
“I’m trying really hard to consider that little line more sweet than lame,” she informed him. “But I make no promises.”
“I just appreciate the effort.”
When they finished eating, Peter took their plates into the kitchen to wash them.
“You don’t have to do that,” Barbara told him.
“Yes I do,” he said. “My au-- uh, mom would never forgive me.”
“Well at least let me dry,” she said, standing beside him with a dish towel. “Momma’s boy, huh? That explains things.”
“Like what things?” he asked.
“Like why you’re not like the other barely legal boy I know,” she said, looking him right in the eye.
It was a look she hadn’t given him before. She’d looked at him in so many ways that night that Peter could recognize. She’d seen him as a threat, she’d looked at him like he was some scumbag, and just a few minutes ago, when they’d been on the couch together, she’d looked at him like he was some stupid kid. But the look she was giving him now was one of genuine affection. And she was standing so close. She was so enticing. Those winkling blue eyes. Those freckles on her nose. Those pouty lips.
Peter leaned toward her, but at the last second, she turned her head and the kiss landed somewhere in her scarlet tresses.
“Sorry,” he said, pulling back from the beguiling scent of her hair. He’d pushed it too far. “I just thought…”
“It’s okay,” she told him, blushing slightly as she dried the last plate. “It’s late. I should show you to the guest room.”
“Right,” Peter said. “That’d be great.”
They ascended the stairs in silence.
“This is you,” she said, pushing the door to his room open for him. “I’m just across the hall if you…” She stopped herself. If he what? “I’m just across the hall.”
“Batgirl?”
She almost laughed when he said it. “Yes?”
“I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner.”
Looking into his eyes, she could see that he meant it. “I know you are, Spider-Man,” she said, kissing him lightly on the cheek. “Good night.”
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